Untitled: Worthless (Part 1) Poem by Dorothea Gift Of God

she sits beside herself wondering if someone can understand her.
I have thoughts of conflicts of confusion she says, but the words she decides to use don't have any emotions, they wrap themselves around each other and hide.
I have not met the interacial women her mind and her life are both of a different race.
She holds onto the guilt of losing of gaining a new self-control a control that her life wont let her except.
She cries more than the average human being she hides beneath the bones that resist to stay within her flesh, now she has to build a new home and wrap each one of her gates with fear.
A fear that man nor women understands but a fear that has gathered her thoughts into the back of her mind each day she dies each day she hide the fact that she belongs to no one.
So who is she?
Who has she become?
No one her except her mirror, she can't hide the truth she can't hide the past she can't run but stands stills and judges her self with glass cutting from the inside out.